"I need you to stop calling."
Rohan stared at his black leather shoes. A muscle jumped in his cheek as he held his cell phone to his ear.
"Why are you answering his phone?" he said in a clipped voice.
"Your father is a busy man, Rohan." Her voice was sharp and impatient. "You're bothering him with all your relentless calls."
"Busy with what?" he laughed darkly. "Trying to find another job so he could keep up with your own relentless demands?"
Her voice turned hard when she said, "He's working hard for our baby."
"A baby that might not even be his?"
"How dare you-"
"A baby that you conveniently announced when he was trying to divorce your ass?" Rohan bit out.
"You little-"
"Tell him to call when he has the time then," he snapped before disconnecting.
Rohan was in such a rage, he
